BANG

It’s BANG’s release day, and I couldn’t be happier! Thanks for joining me on the continuing Hard Rock Harlots journey. If you pre-ordered the book, you should have it on your Kindle. If not, you can snatch it up here for only $2.99 or FREE if you’re a Kindle Unlimited subscriber:

HARD ROCK HARLOTS SERIES SALE

You’ve probably heard that STRINGS is FREE until tomorrow, and BEATS, NOCTURNES, and ROCK are all $0.99 on Amazon US and Amazon UK until tomorrow. If you haven’t picked up these books, you might want to grab them NOW. They won’t be on sale again for a while.

AMAZON GIFT CARD AND SIGNED BANG PAPERBACK GIVEAWAY

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WRECKING BALL RAX/NEW NEWSLETTER

OOOOH! And did you SEE? I also have a new Hard Rock Harlots B-Side (Track 3): “Wrecking Ball Rax,” which is ONLY available to my HRH newsletter subscribers. Sign up and get your FREE short story NOW! Check out this blurb:

Every asshole has an origin story. Except for those who were born assholes.

Rax Wrathbone has an image problem, and he doesn’t give two fucks about it. Let the world think what it will. Rax is gonna do what Rax does best: feed (his alcohol addiction), fight (anything and everything in his way), and fuck (groupies, girlfriends, and occasionally his best friend Toombs).

When his “girlfriend” dubs him a wrecking ball that ruins everything he touches and promptly ditches him over rights to a song they both claim to own, Rax takes his frustrations out on Toombs, his bandmate and favorite punching bag. But in a drunken swirl of forbidden public sex, Rax learns that punching bags have a way of hitting back—especially when your head is turned and that son of a bitch clocks you in the face on the rebound.

☑ Alcohol addiction: FED

☑ Battle for stolen song: FOUGHT

☑ Submissive bandmate: FUCKED

☑ Emotional distance from said bandmate: Also FUCKED

THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT

Thanks to everyone who’s shared, bought, talked about, and otherwise promoted my books this week. You own a special place in my heart. Hugs and licks from me to you! <3

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If you haven’t figured out by now, BANG, book 5 in the Hard Rock Harlots series, releases tomorrow. I’m ecstatic to share Jillian Frost’s story with the world.

To celebrate while you wait for Jillian’s grand entrance, I’ve launched a massive 3-day sale on the first four books in the Hard Rock Harlots series!

STRINGSshould be free on all Amazon retailers (links below). HUZZAH! If you haven’t had a chance to pick up this zany adventure filled with all sorts of sexual awakenings and … stirrings on an unspeakable scale, you cannot go wrong with FREE!

And if you fall in love with Letty and want to find out just how dirty Jinx is willing to get … BEATS is on sale for only 99 cents! (Sale begins at 11 am EST today)

And when you finish being thoroughly SHOCKED by the filth in BEATS, hold onto your strap-on because holy hell, Eve does things in NOCTURNES you do NOT want to Google! Find out what for only 99 cents! (Sale begins at 11 am EST today)

And just when you think these hawt, filthy rockers can’t possibly get any hotter or filthier, BIRTHDAY CLUB defies the laws of romance with a valiant middle finger in ROCK, which is also only 99 cents! (Sale begins at 11 am EST today)

To summarize:

STRINGS is FREE and BEATS, NOCTURNES, and ROCK are $0.99 on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk today through October 18. Please double-check the prices before you one-click. Though I’ve pre-scheduled the price changes, sometimes Amazon is slow to implement them. (Edited to add: Like today. I’ve contacted KDP support, and they tell me that BEATS, NOCTURNES, and ROCK $0.99 sales should go live around 11 am EST today. Sorry for the wait!)

If you take a chance on these books, let me know what you think, okay? Be sure to read the warnings and heed them. They sound silly, but they’re legit! If you’re not sure if you can handle the smut (I turn that shit up to ELEVEN, motherfuckers!), grab the free sample from Amazon before you buy.

Last chance to pre-order BANG, book five in the Hard Rock Harlots series! It’s only $2.99 or FREE for Kindle Unlimited subscribers. What are you waiting for?

OOOOH! And did you SEE? I also have a new Hard Rock Harlots B-Side (Track 3): “Wrecking Ball Rax,” which is ONLY available to my HRH newsletter subscribers. Sign up and get your FREE short story NOW! Check out this blurb:

Every asshole has an origin story. Except for those who were born assholes.

Rax Wrathbone has an image problem, and he doesn’t give two fucks about it. Let the world think what it will. Rax is gonna do what Rax does best: feed (his alcohol addiction), fight (anything and everything in his way), and fuck (groupies, girlfriends, and occasionally his best friend Toombs).

When his “girlfriend” dubs him a wrecking ball that ruins everything he touches and promptly ditches him over rights to a song they both claim to own, Rax takes his frustrations out on Toombs, his bandmate and favorite punching bag. But in a drunken swirl of forbidden public sex, Rax learns that punching bags have a way of hitting back—especially when your head is turned and that son of a bitch clocks you in the face on the rebound.

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Anyone getting excited to read BANG? Only TWO MORE DAYS TO GO! Here’s another teaser from the book, specially formulated for Toombs lovers. 😉 Hope you enjoy!

I stand and push my chair under the table.

He gets up gingerly and straightens his T-shirt. He looks like he wants to say something, but he keeps quiet.

“Jinx really hammered you, didn’t she?” I arch a brow.

He grunts as he pushes open the door and holds it for me.

“What’s that like, having a girl hit you? Jinx doesn’t strike me as the type.”

“She’s not.”

“How does that work out, then?”

“It d—” He stops himself. “It’s complicated.”

“No shit.”

We hop in the car, and I turn on the local rock station. I feel awkward, having barfed my sexual exploits from last night all over this seeming stranger who’s now on more intimate terms with me than many people I’ve known for years.

Maybe I should’ve kept my mouth shut.

“I bet it’s pretty uncomfortable to talk about this shit with me,” he says. Apparently, in addition to being a kick-ass drummer and decent guitarist, Toombs is also a mind reader.

“Hell, I lived a small bit of it last night, and I still don’t understand,” I say, laughing.

“All you need to know is if it feels good, do it.”

“That’s a pretty simple rule.”

“It’s the golden fucking rule.” He watches the buildings pass through the window. “As long as nobody gets hurt—damaged—you’ll be fine.” Now he faces me. “And if someone ever does damage you, come and find me. I’ll take care of them.”

Want to pre-order BANG, book five in the Hard Rock Harlots series? It costs only $2.99 to own it. Kindle Unlimited subscribers can read it for FREE on October 17. What are you waiting for?

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Are you a Hard Rock Harlots newsletter subscriber? I recently switched my mailing list service to MailerLite and will be deleting my old list in the next week or so. As a thank you to those who sign up for the new list, I’m giving away a FREE copy of my new Hard Rock Harlots B-Side: “Wrecking Ball Rax.” This is a short story (about 7,000 words) about Rax and Toombs that takes place before STRINGS on the HRH timeline. If you need some sizzling Rax and Toombs sex in your life, grab this NOW! Blurb is below. Hope you enjoy the new short story. Let me know what you think!

Every asshole has an origin story. Except for those who were born assholes.

Rax Wrathbone has an image problem, and he doesn’t give two fucks about it. Let the world think what it will. Rax is gonna do what Rax does best: feed (his alcohol addiction), fight (anything and everything in his way), and fuck (groupies, girlfriends, and occasionally his best friend Toombs).

When his “girlfriend” dubs him a wrecking ball that ruins everything he touches and promptly ditches him over rights to a song they both claim to own, Rax takes his frustrations out on Toombs, his bandmate and favorite punching bag. But in a drunken swirl of forbidden public sex, Rax learns that punching bags have a way of hitting back—especially when your head is turned and that son of a bitch clocks you in the face on the rebound.